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A Friendly Spirit Returns

S he visited three times that night. After the first time, Lydia, my wife, woke up. Then she arrived twice more, the last time just before the sun rose.

In the morning, Nov. 28 of this year, Lydia awoke and then called her mother in Toronto to tell her about her dreams. The experience that night was especially trying for Lydia. My wife was seven at the time her maternal grandmother died, and they had been close.